My First:Hole in he wall: Scott

Things changed. Things didn’t make sense to me anymore. Why was I doing this to myself? I was 18 years old when I found out I was interested in guys. I remember exactly how it happened. I was in the bathroom of the mall close to my house. The bathroom was located behind a Maurice’s. I went into one of the two stalls. I unbuckled my jeans and boxers. I start to do my business when I hear grunting. I turn to my left and there’s a hole…the hole was about the size of a silver dollar. I get a little bit weirded out and look away. Just look straight I tell myself.

My curiosity finally sets in, and I turn to look through the hole. To my huge surprise there was a man with, the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life. I mean I went to a fitness club and everything, with naked guys and all in the showers. And none of those guys had that big of a dick. 

Anyway, he was stroking his dick, just gently and it was weird…I felt myself getting tingly and hard. It was then I looked down and my dick was standing straight up. I immediately covered up that area of my body. I looked away from the hole…but it was as if the hole had some sort of control over me. I look back through it and I see that monstrous dick. It must have been at least 3 or 5 inches thick and about a foot long. It was slimy from precum. The man sitting in the stall wasn’t very attractive at all however. The dick was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen though. It made me feel weird inside. Without knowing, I followed the beat of the man in the other stall. My hand started going up and down on my dick. Dick…such a weird word. It felt so good, my hand going up and down my dick.

“Rick!!!” I heard someone yell. “Hurry up, we’re leaving!”
I was snapped back into reality. I wiped my bum and put my pants back on. I washed my hands quickly and got out of the bathroom as fast as possible. I began to get frightened and scared. What was I becoming? Is something wrong with me? 

I remember when I was in high school I was spending the night at my best friend’s house. His name was Eric Johannason. He was my height, at the time. Blond hair, buzzed head, and blue eyes. He whined and yelled at his parents a lot. Something I had been taught not to do, otherwise I’d get a smack in the head.

Well I was at his house and we’d had a great day, I can’t really recall exactly what we did. I do recall that in the morning, I awoke with my dick completely rock hard. It had been tied with a rope that I had brought over from my house. On the other end of the rope, Eric had been tugging it a little bit. I closed my eyes immediately, hoping that he did not see me. He started to touch my dick then. It felt good. Then the sudden and painful urge of me having to go to the bathroom erupted. I woke up and he said, “Wow your penis is hard.”
Ignoring my sensation of having to use the bathroom, I say, “Let me see yours.”

He pulls down his pajamas and at the time it is smaller than mine. Completely white, while mine was darker toned. He had no hair, like me, but it was hard as well. It made me curious. After this had happened, I don’t remember what happened next. But I do remember that years later we were still friends and I had started growing hair and somehow we were in his room again. Laying side by side, we were talking about something, and somehow my pants end up coming down again. He was amazed when he saw some hair growing around my dick. I realized that I was starting to get hard again from him touching and poking it. After that I don’t remember what happened. 

Years later…I am in this stall. I stay away from this stall for many years later. I am now 19 years old and not foreign to sex, orgasms, jacking off, blow jobs, fucking, etc. Though I had not done any of these things, I remember my experience in the bathroom stalls. Through the years I remember thinking about some of my classmates naked. I remember fantasizing about what their cocks looked like. I would often fantasize and stroke myself at night. 

I went to this place time after time to look at different people’s dicks. I look through the hole of the stall one day and this brown haired man is there. He looks about in his mid twenties. He is cute, from my perspective. He looks at me looking through the hole and writes me a note on some toilet paper. “Do you wanna go somewhere?” 

I reply with, “Sure.” I hand the toilet paper back to him and we leave the stalls. I follow him out to his car. It is a red, two door, sports car. I remember thinking that it was nice. As I walk around to the passenger side, I see a baby seat. It kind of surprises me and makes me feel odd. But then, he sees me glance at the baby seat oddly and says, “It’s for my son, don’t worry I’m not married.”

I don’t really reply with anything. I get into his car and we drive around places. Finally we end up at Saylorville Dam. We talk for a little bit. He didn’t seem very exciting to me at all. Then he puts his hand on my never ending hard on. In all the times that I wished I didn’t have a hard on, it was that moment. It seemed to me that it was a bit embarrassing because all we had done was talk. But instead he is amazed. “Damn, has that thing gone down at all since we left the mall?”
“Not really, I stay hard pretty much all the time,” I reply truthfully. “Will you suck it?”

With that he just kind of stares at my dick for a little bit longer and hesitating a little bit he leans into lick my dick. Going up and down my underside and licking slowly and sensually. I silently cry out in ecstasy while my eyes close automatically. With my hands, I run one of them through his lightly gelled brown hair and with the other grab the side of the car seat roughly. He finally opens his mouth completely to let my dick slide into his mouth completely. I am in complete ecstasy at this point. I moan loudly for him to hear. “Oh yea, that feels so good,” I say in response to his talented tongue. He retracts as if something just dawns on him.

“Is this your first time?” he asks me in all sincerity. Looking at me in an odd way.
“No, why?” I lie without meaning to. I felt my face getting even more red than before.

“Just curious, you seem like it,” he says back to me. And then looks out the front window of his car. I felt my hands shaking because I wanted to feel a dick. As he was looking out the window, my trembling hand slowly reaches over to his crotch area. I start to unzip his pants and go down his boxers. He closes his eyes as my innocent hands start to stroke his dick up and down. I felt like an amateur, but realized that my dick was pulsing as I was doing this. I continued and got frustrated with his pants and boxers stuffing my hand and his crotch together. I forcefully pull down his jeans and underwear, exposing his dick. I didn’t find it attractive at all, but something about his penis hypnotized me. Later, I found out, it wasn’t just his penis. 

Then for the first time I lean in forward to his penis and flick his dick with my tongue. It response immediately. I get lost in the moment and realize exactly what to do. In a circular motion I keep licking and massaging the head of his cock with my moist tongue. I go up and down his under shaft and moisten his cock over and over again. I finally open my mouth and let his pulsating member enter my waiting mouth. I try to get as much of it in my mouth as I can. It was, in fact easy to get it in my mouth all the way. It seemed like I had been doing this forever. I didn’t know where this was coming from. I felt his hand in brushing my hair and him groaning loudly. It snapped me back to reality and I gradually took my mouth off his dick and sat up. 

“Uh, where’d you learn to do that?” he asked me in amazement.
“Heh, um nowhere. I just did it,” I said embarrassingly. I had never done that before. It scared me when he liked it so much.
“Huh, really?” he said, not believing me.

“Yea,” I said back, instead of talking I took his dick in my hand and started stroking it. I at least knew how to jack a person off, considering that I did it often. He smiled back at me and leaned in forward to my face and kissed me. Doing this, me heart skipped. I felt my body lightly spasm and I kissed back. I had never felt so much passion and tension in my life. It felt amazing, I felt electrified. The second time he kissed me his tongue entered my mouth and massaged my tongue. It felt amazing. I returned this and raised my hand to his neck and felt myself surrendering to that moment. It felt so good, I felt my body lifting to an amazing place. I had never been kissed like this before. He finally tears away from me and lowers his head to my cock and starts to go at it again. It felt so good. This time, He finishes. He goes up and down, flicking his tongue lightly in his mouth against my dick. I moan in ecstasy and say his name, “Oh Scott!!”

It felt amazing. Finally, when his mouth encased my cock and his tongue went up, my body spasmed and I felt my life force being drained from my body. “OH SHIT!!” I screamed. With that, I creamed in his mouth and it felt like an eternity before he came up. When I was done he came up and opened the door. I realized what he had just done. He started the car, and I was completely silent.
I reached for his hand. He drove me to my house while we held hands. I didn’t understand why I wanted his hand in mine. I later found out why. We get to the end of my block. And he parks for a few moments. I say to him, “Will I see you again?”

“I don’t know,” he replies back.
“Can I have your phone number?” I ask him. With the childish hope in my eyes.
“Sure. Here’s my work number,” Scott says writing it on the back of a receipt. 
“Thanks,” I reply with a smile. I lean into him and he leans into me giving me a last goodnight kiss. It seems to last forever. And it seems to make my heart go to ease. We finally end the kiss. “Goodnight.”
“’Night,” Scott says back to me. As I open the door and exit his car. I go down the street and walk towards my house with the biggest smile on my face.